Bob Dylan's Blues
Bob Dylan

(spoken: Most of the folk songs are written uptown in Tin Pan Alley
That’s where most of the folk songs come from nowadays
But this song it wasn’t written up there
Twas written somewhere down in the United States)

Well, the lone ranger and Tonto
The’re ridin’ down the line
Fixin’ ev’rybody’s trouble ‘cept mine
Someone must a-told him
That I was doin’ fine

All you five and ten cent women
With nothin’ in your heads
Got a real gal I’m a-lovin’
And I’ll love her till I’m dead
Go away from my door and window, too
Right now

I ain’t goin’ to no race track
See no sports car run
I don’t have no sports car
And I don’t care to have one
I can walk anytime around the block

Well, the wind keeps a-blowin’ me
Up and down the street
With my hat in my hand
And my boots on my feet
Watch out, so you don’t step on me

Well, look it here, buddy
You want to be like me
Pull out your six-shooter
And rob ev’ry bank you can see
Tell the judge I said it was all right

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